"chaos. It’s a beautiful thing" dun-gin funk part1.
I sit hear listening to the great and magnificent, Rabid Dog DeLong, as he shredded upon his magical guitar to his dark dun-gin funk style he calls misery beat. The night began with a conveying of inner darkness, and an idea of complete madness. The lights begin to dim and from his lips he sang, the word of his dreadful song of despair "I'd rather cheat". His words came spewing out of him like a bulimic/pregnant woman’s vomit. If only you could whiteness this tragically beautiful moment of history, nothing will ever be the same!
Rabid dog then had a strangle look in his eye, a sort of dull sparkle, "..yes.." he says as his eye start to turn completely black. The winds began to grow fierce. Thunder rawred as lightning filled the sky. The gods where angered. He chanted his words to the shaking of the earth. A power no man should posses. His chaotic voice put a silence to the gods. The storm then began to settle. The thunder and lightning moved on. And by Rabid’s face I could tell he had destroyed the planet once again.
Now I lay my weary head to rest. The mind of your beloved muse, has just been rapped, beaten, murdered, and repeat. There is no time for a complete integration of this evening, I must sleep. Recovery at this point seems… unlikely.
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